Liberate you I did

but still bound we

craft fancy delight;

what we used to be.

Our destruction is

a tale for the ages;

I try to capture it

in our fabled pages.

See me as I explore

the valleys to peaks

that give us context

and beauty to speak.

Excel me you rush

blood through veins

that birth tranquil

waters that sustain.

We are like the birds,

then again not really.

We soar above it all

and sum it up as silly.

Our indignant quips

about life we shared

the real parts of us

that none knew there.

Unable to let go so us

bound must now live

in the passionate past

love to us it did give.